Nanowrimo word count 2739 running total 39578
My word count looks good, but I am behind in my calculations of the years of my life. I had thought that yesterday I would have reached three-quarters of the way in my life, but I am still only about 19 years old. I have not graduated, have not bought my first house, and I am not a mother—three more years and all that will have happened.
I have spent many hundreds of words explaining that my parents’ behaviour was a product of my grandparents’ and my great-grandparents’ attitudes. These would have been as a result of living under the British Raj although I remember people in the village in the 60s saying life was better before Independence. It takes time to shake off the shackles of colonialism.
My husband was on the ‘hippie’ trail from Europe to India in 1976. He tried to impress me when we met by saying, ‘I’ve been to India.’ I laughed. I could have said, ‘I’ve been to your birthplace, London.’ It’s not exotic though, is it?
When he returned with me in 2005, he was disappointed that the Grand Trunk Road which runs from Calcutta (Kolkata) to Rawalpindi (now in Pakistan) had not been improved to motorway level. Parts of it were, and work is ongoing. The amount of traffic is growing, people travel more, and the roads can hardly keep up. The toll roads are helping.
Education is now a significant employer. In 1963 I returned at age thirteen and wasn’t sent to school, and no-one thought it was wrong. That wouldn’t happen now. It’s a different world.
Nanowrimo word count 2208 running total 36,939
I think First Minister of Scotland, Nicola Sturgeon, speaking on the Coronavirus Update, was fed up with the questions about Christmas. How many times could she repeat that we don’t know how safe we will be from the virus in the next four weeks? She said we have to think about saving lives but still questions like what about if people decide to do whatever they want? What, like all meet and have a party?
I will be careful. My son’s family will stay in their own home. There’s nothing wrong with having a quiet Christmas this year. There is news that by the spring we will all have had the vaccine—something to look forward to.
Nanowrimo word count 2385 running total 34,731
At the start of the lockdown in March, my neighbour bought six hens. They were for her eleven-year-old son to give him a new interest. She hoped it would help him cope with the Covid-19 restrictions. He loved them, and they are gorgeous. We told him we didn’t mind them being in our garden. Now, they come to the patio door and peck at the glass! My husband feeds them Aldi Multigrain bread, and they adore him (and the food). When he comes in from his golf game, they run to the car clucking. He loves the attention and says, ‘Is Palo not feeding you?’ They race back to the patio where they know he will appear. Are hens that clever?
We were in Kashmir last year, and the hens awaiting slaughter in the shops were in such a poor state. We didn’t want to walk down the street for fear of seeing another cage with straggly, starving hens waiting to be put out of their misery.
It is an unfair world.
Nanowrimo word count 2144 running total 32346
Crime Writer, Claire Askew led a workshop on Zoom today. There were thirteen participants, and we had useful discussions. I wanted to know if my next novel could be considered crime. It can.
Most readers of the crime genre are women which surprised me. James Patterson is the most prosperous crime writer. I was on his online Masterclass, a few years ago, and there were eighteen hundred of us at £100.00 each. It ran every six months. That’s a lot of money!
He was on the series of programmes about Jeffrey Epstein, the disgraced financier because James was a neighbour of his in Palm Beach, Florida.
My favourite James Patterson book is ‘When the Wind Blows’. It’s about genetically engineered children with wings. I can’t remember any others of his that I’ve read.
Nanowrimo word count 2237 30,202
In these times of coronavirus, people have been making strenuous efforts to boost each other’s morale. There are a team of binmen in Wolverhampton playing music and dancing while emptying the bins on their rounds. They have brought out a record called, ‘Boogie Around the Bins at Christmas’. I’m sure they brought a smile to people’s faces this morning. They did mine; some lovely people about.
My writing group, Bearsden Writers, was prepared to meet up with a radio DJ yesterday at an online event. It didn’t work out, but I had prepared a short bio. Here it is.
My first foray into writing was attending an Arvon course near Inverness in 1998. At the time it was a bargain at half price for teachers.
I was brought up in Glasgow, and that trip was my furthest north. As I drove, the scenery at times seemed out of Lord of the Rings. I could imagine Frodo Baggins walking there.
I didn’t write anything until 2005 when I enrolled on an Open University course called Writing Family History. After that, I returned to Strathclyde University to work on the idea for my first book. Finding Takri is the story of my grandmother’s life during the struggle for Independence in India and my parents’ migration to Glasgow.
In 2018, I published my second novel, Alana, which is about a white Scots girl who sails to Turkey and makes a new life there. Moving and re-settling is a recurring theme in my work.
In 2019 I published a collection of shorter works which I’ve completed over ten years called Playing on the Mountain: Ten Years of Writing.
And now, I’ve returned to family history. I’ve been writing down my own memories in chronological order. I’ve managed to post on my blog every day of this month.